【 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. 💕
[ Heisenberg grumbles under his breath before he even opens his eyes. His hands involuntarily grip the sheets before opening his eyes. He pulls the sheets up closer until they're just under his chin. ]
What?
[ Whatever aches and pains he thought he should have aren't there. Instead, he's in bed in a tux. He blinks - surveying the room. His head snaps up as he hears more nonsense come pouring in. Heisenberg can only shake his head in confusion before sitting up; the sheets falling off him. ]
............................
[ The silence that follows weighs heavy in the room before his voice booms out a single word: ]
What?!
ii. elevator [nsfw]
[ He lets out the longest sigh at her request. ]
I don't think you know who you're messing with, girl. Do you think I care about the fact that you're a virgin?
[ Perhaps, it is one thing that he can thank Miranda for - the power over metal. He holds his hand out with the intent of forcing the elevator to go up or down. However, he finds it doesn't work.
His eyes widen because he can hear the metal above and below them squeal to listen to him, but she's stronger than he is. ]
I guess I am going to now care that you're a virgin.
[ His tone is a mixture of uncertain and almost sheepish. He drops his shoulders as he looks at his companion. ]
Not quite the way I was hoping to break into this game, but -- [ And he doesn't finish what he says. Instead, he finishes it with a shrug. ]
iii. slot machine [easy | re spoilers]
[ Heisenberg seems amused at this point; he's given up making sense of what is going on. The best he can say is that he knows that he's free. It's an odd sensation, an odd realization to have.
He had wanted to kill Miranda with his own hands. He'd dreamed of it daily. It would have made his escape mean something, but he didn't get that ending. Is he mad? Sad? Smad? He isn't even sure what he's feeling about the conclusion, but he can say that he's leaning into his amusement now.
Turning towards the person next to him, he says: ]
Well, this is a good way to get to know someone. Any request you feel up to doing? [ He lifts his hand and mimes pulling the slot arm. The arm pulls back like he made contact. ]
CONFESS A SECRET WITH SOMEONE OLD UNDER THE TABLE
[ As these come up, Heisenberg says them aloud. ]
What can I say? I got a man on the inside. Me!
iv. wildcard;
[ He's kind of everywhere. If you're curious about whether a prompt will work or not, you can PM me. ]
[Honestly, the distant sound of screeching metal after the man holds out his hand surprises him more than anything else present. Horny virginal paintings wanting them to bone? Another day at this resort. Someone who may very well be able to control their environment a teensy bit? Fascinating.
But he can ask those questions later. Instead, Daan offers:] Don't worry about it. Hardly your fault.
[There's a sigh, as if Daan is just mildly put out.] Well. I don't think there's much else to be done other than to rip off the band-aid and satisfy the lady, I suppose.
[ He has a dismissive tone. It's surprising the young man only seems a little put out by what's going on. His eyes drift to the side, coming to the conclusion that this sort of thing must happen a lot. ]
I'm getting that feeling, too. [ A click of his tongue follows. ] Name's first, I suppose. Feels awkward otherwise to not have that much. [ Does it? He frowns, thoughtful, and isn't sure if that's quite true.
You tried to break my elevator and now stalling-- ]
Hey! Hold your horny horses! You'll get your show, either way. Don't you want to hear breathy calls of each other's names? Or whatever? [ A side-glance. ] Heisenberg, by the way.
Please, miss. Do let us get somewhat acquainted before you get your little show, hm? And you shall have it indeed.
[There's a faint bow of his head to the painting in question, his eye looking up through his eyelashes. It seems enough to placate the lady, even as she pouts.
To Heisenberg, Daan nods once.]
Pleasure, or I suppose it will be. [ba dum tsh] Call me Daan.
[ Heisenberg points at him, and pointedly ignores the woman in the painting. It seems like she appreciates his companion more.
He gets confirmation of that feeling when some rope drops down on his head. It's not weighted by any means but makes a firm sound when it hits. It pools on his shoulders but doesn't fall onto the ground.
His head tilts as he sneers; she preens in response. Heisenberg looks over the red rope. He tugs on it, noting its firmness and strength. ]
Since she doesn't like me, I'm thinking I'm the one that's gonna be tied up and begging for you, Daan. [ A beat. ] See? This is why names are important. [ Said pointedly to the painting, because he's making a point! ]
Well, I see the lady knows what she wants. [The tone he takes is wry, reaching to touch the rope. It's not bad quality, actually. It feels soft, easy to work with.]
How fortunate I know how to tie a decent knot. [He twirls some of the rope around his hand.]
I'll do my best to make for a good time for both of us, Heisenberg. Satisfy me, and maybe we'll even get another round sometime.
Well, that's good. I would have given you direction if you needed some.
[ Heisenberg lets out a sigh as he drops down to his knees. Bringing his arms behind his back, he lets out a single sigh.
There is a part of him that thinks: "Shouldn't I be fighting against this more?" But there's another is telling him to shelf those thoughts for a later date. ]
Like this, maybe? [ He pauses to laugh. ] A prize for after this, huh? Well, I can't have you do everything. Goes against my pride. So, I'll make sure you have a good time, too.
[She's fairly indifferent about it, her expression saying that it's all same old same old, even though her eyes flit about trying to take everything in. Never show them all your cards, you know?
She's leaning over the slots curiously when he speaks up. raising an eyebrow than quickly becomes two raised eyebrows as she continues]
What-- [She blinks, once, twice.] ...So are you the old guy I gotta confess a secret to? Or do I need to roll again and ask you to cheat it for me? [SHe doesn't know how tf he moved that without touching, but she's assuming some form of telekinesis that's piqued her interest]
Only showing the goods first. Can't have you believe I can rig a game without showing I can rig it, right?
[ At the last four words, he leans forward as though to punctuate them. ]
But yeah, you can roll again and I can cheat. [ He gives another shrug. ] What can I say? I wasn't able to fuck around with the elevators so I want to fuck around with the machines to prove a point. [ A beat. ] Call it - ah, don't call it, anything.
Well yeah, you're supposed to fuck in the elevators, not with them. [She says, deadpan.
But she examines the prompts.] Hmm... Well, I definitely can't give anyone a piggyback ride without being flattened. Almost no one is going to fit in my clothes, and I really have any kinks to confess.
[She considers, actually, then glances at Heisenberg with raised eyebrows] Is 'being given money and no one talks to me' a kink?
It probably is. But you already told me it, so -- [ Again, he opens his hands to indicate that the prompt can't be chosen now. ] Anyway, I don't have any money. So, it seems like you might have to tell me a secret.
I'll give you a freebie. I don't know your name, so that's a secret for right now. [ He holds his hand out to the machine. ] So want that prompt?
My name is Miu Hinasaki and... [She thinks for a moment, but he made her laugh, so she'll throw in:] And I see ghosts. [she does some jazz hands here for good measure. Ta-dah.]
[ When she says "yes," the slot machine immediately snaps to the prompt. ]
Great. [ He opens his mouth to toss out his name before pausing: ] Oh, you see dead people, huh? Be careful with that - sounds like a fungal issue. [ Resting a hand on his chest: ] Karl Heisenberg. Heisenberg is fine.
[ Same sentiment, different emphasis. A woman's voice, all grit and gravel. If she had any hope of just sleeping through whatever fresh new marital hell this is, that hope is shattered into a million pieces by his booming shout. Well. So much for burying herself under layers of blankets and denial until all of this goes the fuck away.
It is with great reluctance that the sleep-tousled creature sometimes called Andy finally sits up in bed, taking a long moment to absorb her surroundings — and him. She squints a little. Then makes a quiet disgruntled noise. ]
Get that out of your system? Or did you want to yell into the fucking void one more time for good measure?
He pauses as he looks the woman over. His gaze drifted up to her hair and down to her face. It trails lower before returning to look her in the eye. ]
So, what? The two of us are married now? When did that happen? I thought that shit only happened in the US. You know, Vegas weddings. [ Heisenberg makes gestures between the two of them, trying to figure out what happened. In fact, he was fairly sure he shouldn't be waking up in a bed at all. ]
[ Well. Can't really blame the man, can she. If she had the energy to bother, maybe she'd feel like yelling too. But as it stands, the most she feels like mustering is a wry little sidelong look in Heisenberg's direction. Guess it takes more than a bit of interdimensional kidnapping and surprise nuptials to get the old gal worked up. ]
Should I be offended that you sound this surprised? [ Dryly: ] Guess I must not be your fucking type.
[ Which, all jokes aside, wouldn't be unfair. She is, after all, quite famously and consistently a supreme fuck-up. Not to mention older than goddamn dirt. ]
His arms come up, spreading out wide - and accidentally slamming into the bedframe as he is turned to face her. He takes the hit like a champ and only clenches his fist after. ]
I don't know who you fucking are!
[ He punctuates his sentence with another lifting of his hands in exasperation. His hands move in the air, then, like he's talking but he is saying nothing. Because he's trying to decide is this where he introduces himself. ]
Heisenberg. [ Did he introduce himself to her? Who knows? Whatever, he's doing it. ] That's me. [ He breathes out his nose. ] Well, at least I'm married to someone who looks close to how old I look.
[ So he mutters, irritated about everything that's going on. ]
[ Andy just shrugs a little in response, as if to say fair enough. She doesn't really know who the fuck he is either — but it doesn't seem like a problem she's especially hard-pressed to fix either. If the man hadn't taken it upon himself to make introductions, the gods only know how long they might have stayed strangers. Hell, she might have preferred it that way. It's like naming a stray dog — can't help feeling a little responsible then, can you? ]
You're just relieved that I'm a grown woman? [ Wryly: ] Feels like the bar is in fucking hell.
[ Putting aside the fact that she old enough to be most people's grandmother at least ten times over. ]
[ Heisenberg quips back that the bar is in hell. He wondered what he was "into" anymore; seems like he still felt attraction to those that, at least, looked around his age or a little younger. This hadn't been anything he thought much on.
'Course, it's doubtful that he'd be able to find someone his own age. Not that he knew how old he was anymore. It was better to keep himself busy with other things. Keeping track of how many years passed felt more like an exercise in insanity than sanity. All he knew was time was moving forward and he was going to kill the person that froze his.
He pauses and notes that he tore the skin a little when he swung his arm out. Grumbling, he pinches the partially ripped skin and tears it off.
Whatever. ]
Guess so, Mrs. Heisenberg.
[ Spreading his fingers, he grumbles as the cut closes itself. With his other hand, he uses his thumb to wipe off the small bit of blood that pooled. ]
[ The fuck. That's supposed to be her dumb party trick. ]
Oh, sure. Don't fucking mind me. [ Deadpan: ] I'll just sit here and think about you casually ripping your goddamn skin off.
[ Pot, kettle. Like she hasn't pulled the same stunt with an unsuspecting audience — or worse. As in, shoot yourself in the face just to prove a point kind of thing. Couple centuries of being more or less unkillable numbs a person to all the gore and trauma. It's fine — her face obviously grew back, didn't it? She's probably just a little put off not to be the only regenerating freak in the room. Really takes a dump on her personal pity party if everyone in the room is the same genre of fucked up that she is. ]
Are you worried? It doesn't hurt. [ He wiggles his fingers at her. ] And it's already stopped bleeding.
[ His hands open in surrender as he tosses the sheets off to get up, as he said he would. Stretching his arms above his head, he tugs on the tux as the bottom rises. ]
Gonna have to get used to some weirdness, darling. [ More than weirdness, he supposes, but he's up and looking around the room. ] Oh, they got some chocolates, huh? [ Attention shifted, he heads over to eat some. His attention shifts because he still doesn't know what to make of the woman. ] Chocolates, whipped cream, strawberries - isn't this a bit cliche?
[ So he says popping some of the chocolates in his mouth and squirting the whipped cream on top. ]
[ Andy isn't uninterested though, even if she resents her own interest. Hard not to wonder if his fucking weirdness resembles her fucking weirdness. Maybe that makes her priorities fucked up, fixating on that instead of the strange situation or the strange surroundings or anything else about this place — but fuck it, she's never been accused of good priorities or good logic.
She wants to see that little party trick again. And she could just ask — but why choose diplomacy when you can choose violence? She's rarely met a problem she wouldn't rather solve with a sharp object. Convenient that their cute breakfast spread includes knives. Is it bad form to stab your new husband? She's definitely considering the merits.
Finally, she climbs out of bed, wrapping the sheets around herself for a loose semblance of modesty. Her question, when she asks it, is blunt. ]
[ Yet as he quips back; his eyes roll up before he tilts his head to the side, like he is honestly considering that statement. He frowns thoughtfully, before correcting himself with a simple: ]
Well --
[ His eyebrows lift and he rolls his shoulders. A strawberry is bit through as he thinks about how to answer the question. At the tip of his tongue, there is a tantrum; a boiling rage that's still there but nowhere to go. It flashes on his face briefly. ]
[ Maybe it's not the answer that someone else would have expected. Maybe it's not even an answer most other people could accept. But this is Andy. And if she'd been asked the same question, that's what she would have said too. It is, despite everything, the most honest answer she can offer. Human. With nothing to distinguish her from any other human except the fact that she hasn't managed to die yet. Only the rotting gods know why. She sure as fuck hasn't figured it out.
So maybe that flash of rage in his face doesn't seem so out of place to her either. She's pissed about it all the time. Except for when she's too damn tired to be angry — which happens more often as the centuries drag on. ]
Don't play fucking coy. You know most humans don't do that shit.
[ But she's not really arguing. She's pressing for more. ]
[ An anger does burst inside of him. He turns to kick the table of treats over - ignoring how the wine glasses, wine, and all the sweets he was pretending to swoon over go spilling onto the floor. ]
I'm a fucking science experiment!
[ It's not her that she's mad at; they're in a weird situation. He may have been the one to put them in this situation. Who knows? He doesn't. What the fuck is going on? And he could have hid it better - what he is, what he hates. But he didn't. Yet he acts offended about being asked about it like he didn't want to be asked. ]
A pet project by a fucking bitch who wanted a family of unkillable freaks. [ Bearing his teeth, he snaps out: ] Why? Who knows! I wasn't beloved enough as her son to figure out any of her deranged reasons!
So, that's what you married into, Mrs. Heisenberg! [ He shifts and swiftly kicks the ice bucket into a nearby wall. ] Welcome to the family!
[ Only - they're not here; they are nowhere in sight. Yet somehow, he is still angry. He wasn't sure what he thought; would he just forget them; act like none of it happened. No, he was just waiting for a chance to bemoan what happened. ]
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Jesus, fuck ...
[ Heisenberg grumbles under his breath before he even opens his eyes. His hands involuntarily grip the sheets before opening his eyes. He pulls the sheets up closer until they're just under his chin. ]
What?
[ Whatever aches and pains he thought he should have aren't there. Instead, he's in bed in a tux. He blinks - surveying the room. His head snaps up as he hears more nonsense come pouring in. Heisenberg can only shake his head in confusion before sitting up; the sheets falling off him. ]
............................
[ The silence that follows weighs heavy in the room before his voice booms out a single word: ]
What?!
ii. elevator [nsfw]
[ He lets out the longest sigh at her request. ]
I don't think you know who you're messing with, girl. Do you think I care about the fact that you're a virgin?
[ Perhaps, it is one thing that he can thank Miranda for - the power over metal. He holds his hand out with the intent of forcing the elevator to go up or down. However, he finds it doesn't work.
His eyes widen because he can hear the metal above and below them squeal to listen to him, but she's stronger than he is. ]
I guess I am going to now care that you're a virgin.
[ His tone is a mixture of uncertain and almost sheepish. He drops his shoulders as he looks at his companion. ]
Not quite the way I was hoping to break into this game, but -- [ And he doesn't finish what he says. Instead, he finishes it with a shrug. ]
iii. slot machine [easy | re spoilers]
[ Heisenberg seems amused at this point; he's given up making sense of what is going on. The best he can say is that he knows that he's free. It's an odd sensation, an odd realization to have.
He had wanted to kill Miranda with his own hands. He'd dreamed of it daily. It would have made his escape mean something, but he didn't get that ending. Is he mad? Sad? Smad? He isn't even sure what he's feeling about the conclusion, but he can say that he's leaning into his amusement now.
Turning towards the person next to him, he says: ]
Well, this is a good way to get to know someone. Any request you feel up to doing? [ He lifts his hand and mimes pulling the slot arm. The arm pulls back like he made contact. ]
CONFESS A SECRET WITH SOMEONE OLD UNDER THE TABLE
[ As these come up, Heisenberg says them aloud. ]
What can I say? I got a man on the inside. Me!
iv. wildcard;
[ He's kind of everywhere. If you're curious about whether a prompt will work or not, you can PM me. ]
ii
But he can ask those questions later. Instead, Daan offers:] Don't worry about it. Hardly your fault.
[There's a sigh, as if Daan is just mildly put out.] Well. I don't think there's much else to be done other than to rip off the band-aid and satisfy the lady, I suppose.
How would you like to go about this?
no subject
[ He has a dismissive tone. It's surprising the young man only seems a little put out by what's going on. His eyes drift to the side, coming to the conclusion that this sort of thing must happen a lot. ]
I'm getting that feeling, too. [ A click of his tongue follows. ] Name's first, I suppose. Feels awkward otherwise to not have that much. [ Does it? He frowns, thoughtful, and isn't sure if that's quite true.
You tried to break my elevator and now stalling-- ]
Hey! Hold your horny horses! You'll get your show, either way. Don't you want to hear breathy calls of each other's names? Or whatever? [ A side-glance. ] Heisenberg, by the way.
no subject
[There's a faint bow of his head to the painting in question, his eye looking up through his eyelashes. It seems enough to placate the lady, even as she pouts.
To Heisenberg, Daan nods once.]
Pleasure, or I suppose it will be. [ba dum tsh] Call me Daan.
no subject
[ Heisenberg points at him, and pointedly ignores the woman in the painting. It seems like she appreciates his companion more.
He gets confirmation of that feeling when some rope drops down on his head. It's not weighted by any means but makes a firm sound when it hits. It pools on his shoulders but doesn't fall onto the ground.
His head tilts as he sneers; she preens in response. Heisenberg looks over the red rope. He tugs on it, noting its firmness and strength. ]
Since she doesn't like me, I'm thinking I'm the one that's gonna be tied up and begging for you, Daan. [ A beat. ] See? This is why names are important. [ Said pointedly to the painting, because he's making a point! ]
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How fortunate I know how to tie a decent knot. [He twirls some of the rope around his hand.]
I'll do my best to make for a good time for both of us, Heisenberg. Satisfy me, and maybe we'll even get another round sometime.
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[ Heisenberg lets out a sigh as he drops down to his knees. Bringing his arms behind his back, he lets out a single sigh.
There is a part of him that thinks: "Shouldn't I be fighting against this more?" But there's another is telling him to shelf those thoughts for a later date. ]
Like this, maybe? [ He pauses to laugh. ] A prize for after this, huh? Well, I can't have you do everything. Goes against my pride. So, I'll make sure you have a good time, too.
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She's leaning over the slots curiously when he speaks up. raising an eyebrow than quickly becomes two raised eyebrows as she continues]
What-- [She blinks, once, twice.] ...So are you the old guy I gotta confess a secret to? Or do I need to roll again and ask you to cheat it for me? [SHe doesn't know how tf he moved that without touching, but she's assuming some form of telekinesis that's piqued her interest]
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[ At the last four words, he leans forward as though to punctuate them. ]
But yeah, you can roll again and I can cheat. [ He gives another shrug. ] What can I say? I wasn't able to fuck around with the elevators so I want to fuck around with the machines to prove a point. [ A beat. ] Call it - ah, don't call it, anything.
So, what do you want?
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But she examines the prompts.] Hmm... Well, I definitely can't give anyone a piggyback ride without being flattened. Almost no one is going to fit in my clothes, and I really have any kinks to confess.
[She considers, actually, then glances at Heisenberg with raised eyebrows] Is 'being given money and no one talks to me' a kink?
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It probably is. But you already told me it, so -- [ Again, he opens his hands to indicate that the prompt can't be chosen now. ] Anyway, I don't have any money. So, it seems like you might have to tell me a secret.
I'll give you a freebie. I don't know your name, so that's a secret for right now. [ He holds his hand out to the machine. ] So want that prompt?
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Sure, okay.
My name is Miu Hinasaki and... [She thinks for a moment, but he made her laugh, so she'll throw in:] And I see ghosts. [she does some jazz hands here for good measure. Ta-dah.]
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Great. [ He opens his mouth to toss out his name before pausing: ] Oh, you see dead people, huh? Be careful with that - sounds like a fungal issue. [ Resting a hand on his chest: ] Karl Heisenberg. Heisenberg is fine.
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[ Same sentiment, different emphasis. A woman's voice, all grit and gravel. If she had any hope of just sleeping through whatever fresh new marital hell this is, that hope is shattered into a million pieces by his booming shout. Well. So much for burying herself under layers of blankets and denial until all of this goes the fuck away.
It is with great reluctance that the sleep-tousled creature sometimes called Andy finally sits up in bed, taking a long moment to absorb her surroundings — and him. She squints a little. Then makes a quiet disgruntled noise. ]
Get that out of your system? Or did you want to yell into the fucking void one more time for good measure?
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[ The snide comment snaps out.
He pauses as he looks the woman over. His gaze drifted up to her hair and down to her face. It trails lower before returning to look her in the eye. ]
So, what? The two of us are married now? When did that happen? I thought that shit only happened in the US. You know, Vegas weddings. [ Heisenberg makes gestures between the two of them, trying to figure out what happened. In fact, he was fairly sure he shouldn't be waking up in a bed at all. ]
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Should I be offended that you sound this surprised? [ Dryly: ] Guess I must not be your fucking type.
[ Which, all jokes aside, wouldn't be unfair. She is, after all, quite famously and consistently a supreme fuck-up. Not to mention older than goddamn dirt. ]
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His arms come up, spreading out wide - and accidentally slamming into the bedframe as he is turned to face her. He takes the hit like a champ and only clenches his fist after. ]
I don't know who you fucking are!
[ He punctuates his sentence with another lifting of his hands in exasperation. His hands move in the air, then, like he's talking but he is saying nothing. Because he's trying to decide is this where he introduces himself. ]
Heisenberg. [ Did he introduce himself to her? Who knows? Whatever, he's doing it. ] That's me. [ He breathes out his nose. ] Well, at least I'm married to someone who looks close to how old I look.
[ So he mutters, irritated about everything that's going on. ]
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You're just relieved that I'm a grown woman? [ Wryly: ] Feels like the bar is in fucking hell.
[ Putting aside the fact that she old enough to be most people's grandmother at least ten times over. ]
What's this make me then, Mrs. Heisenberg?
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[ Heisenberg quips back that the bar is in hell. He wondered what he was "into" anymore; seems like he still felt attraction to those that, at least, looked around his age or a little younger. This hadn't been anything he thought much on.
'Course, it's doubtful that he'd be able to find someone his own age. Not that he knew how old he was anymore. It was better to keep himself busy with other things. Keeping track of how many years passed felt more like an exercise in insanity than sanity. All he knew was time was moving forward and he was going to kill the person that froze his.
He pauses and notes that he tore the skin a little when he swung his arm out. Grumbling, he pinches the partially ripped skin and tears it off.
Whatever. ]
Guess so, Mrs. Heisenberg.
[ Spreading his fingers, he grumbles as the cut closes itself. With his other hand, he uses his thumb to wipe off the small bit of blood that pooled. ]
I'm getting up. [ It'll feel better to pace, anyway. ]
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Oh, sure. Don't fucking mind me. [ Deadpan: ] I'll just sit here and think about you casually ripping your goddamn skin off.
[ Pot, kettle. Like she hasn't pulled the same stunt with an unsuspecting audience — or worse. As in, shoot yourself in the face just to prove a point kind of thing. Couple centuries of being more or less unkillable numbs a person to all the gore and trauma. It's fine — her face obviously grew back, didn't it? She's probably just a little put off not to be the only regenerating freak in the room. Really takes a dump on her personal pity party if everyone in the room is the same genre of fucked up that she is. ]
That shit's gonna stain the sheets.
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[ His hands open in surrender as he tosses the sheets off to get up, as he said he would. Stretching his arms above his head, he tugs on the tux as the bottom rises. ]
Gonna have to get used to some weirdness, darling. [ More than weirdness, he supposes, but he's up and looking around the room. ] Oh, they got some chocolates, huh? [ Attention shifted, he heads over to eat some. His attention shifts because he still doesn't know what to make of the woman. ] Chocolates, whipped cream, strawberries - isn't this a bit cliche?
[ So he says popping some of the chocolates in his mouth and squirting the whipped cream on top. ]
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[ Andy isn't uninterested though, even if she resents her own interest. Hard not to wonder if his fucking weirdness resembles her fucking weirdness. Maybe that makes her priorities fucked up, fixating on that instead of the strange situation or the strange surroundings or anything else about this place — but fuck it, she's never been accused of good priorities or good logic.
She wants to see that little party trick again. And she could just ask — but why choose diplomacy when you can choose violence? She's rarely met a problem she wouldn't rather solve with a sharp object. Convenient that their cute breakfast spread includes knives. Is it bad form to stab your new husband? She's definitely considering the merits.
Finally, she climbs out of bed, wrapping the sheets around herself for a loose semblance of modesty. Her question, when she asks it, is blunt. ]
So what the fuck are you then?
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[ Yet as he quips back; his eyes roll up before he tilts his head to the side, like he is honestly considering that statement. He frowns thoughtfully, before correcting himself with a simple: ]
Well --
[ His eyebrows lift and he rolls his shoulders. A strawberry is bit through as he thinks about how to answer the question. At the tip of his tongue, there is a tantrum; a boiling rage that's still there but nowhere to go. It flashes on his face briefly. ]
-- Human.
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So maybe that flash of rage in his face doesn't seem so out of place to her either. She's pissed about it all the time. Except for when she's too damn tired to be angry — which happens more often as the centuries drag on. ]
Don't play fucking coy. You know most humans don't do that shit.
[ But she's not really arguing. She's pressing for more. ]
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I'm a fucking science experiment!
[ It's not her that she's mad at; they're in a weird situation. He may have been the one to put them in this situation. Who knows? He doesn't. What the fuck is going on? And he could have hid it better - what he is, what he hates. But he didn't. Yet he acts offended about being asked about it like he didn't want to be asked. ]
A pet project by a fucking bitch who wanted a family of unkillable freaks. [ Bearing his teeth, he snaps out: ] Why? Who knows! I wasn't beloved enough as her son to figure out any of her deranged reasons!
So, that's what you married into, Mrs. Heisenberg! [ He shifts and swiftly kicks the ice bucket into a nearby wall. ] Welcome to the family!
[ Only - they're not here; they are nowhere in sight. Yet somehow, he is still angry. He wasn't sure what he thought; would he just forget them; act like none of it happened. No, he was just waiting for a chance to bemoan what happened. ]