【 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. 💕
( rumors run throughout the resort, as thick and fast as blood through veins. the cadence of new arrivals is something the longer-staying guests are familiar with—the timbre of the topic of conversation is warm and familiar on their tongues, humming with interest and possibility. who is it that the resort might have brought to the festivities this time? would there be anyone there that might catch their interest? there isn’t necessarily a “hook” of interest in newcomers arriving for makoto. J is already here, and as for others that he might actually want to see… perhaps fjord? it would be nice to see his first friend again, and he feels as though the other young demon might rather enjoy himself here.
so makoto ends up spending some of his time in the lounge out of vague interest, even though he doesn’t really have his hopes up for seeing anyone familiar. he’s been poked and prodded to speak with some of the newcomers once or twice by staff, and he’s tried to be as cordial and compliant as possible.
truth be told, there is no love lost between makoto and the staff. their pushiness is irritating to him, and he’s thought more than once about lashing them with a barbed tongue or ineffectually clawing into them for their part in the scenarios he’s forced into in this place… but he gets the sense that they are a symptom, not a cause. it would be pointless to rage at someone who couldn’t effect any change, right?
this thought sticks in his mind as his attention is steadily drawn toward a stranger—one of the newcomers, he thinks—arguing with steadily-increasing volume and potential threat for violence with one of the employees in question. for a moment, makoto considers just watching the show… but, in an odd twist of capriciousness, he stands and approaches, going so far as to put a hand on seth’s elbow once close enough to do so. he smiles smoothly at the staff member. )
It would probably be better if I helped get him acquainted here, right? I’ll handle it.
( after they depart, makoto turns his attention up to seth, slick geniality melting away like overheated wax—this reveals that beneath it is an acerbic expression, odd on his youthful face. ) Yelling at them isn’t going to do anything. You’re wasting your breath trying.
( slowly, his gaze tracks over seth—a physique that one might term “heroic” (unless they knew more about him, perhaps), long red hair. presumably still nude, which doesn’t seem to faze the young demon at all (which, given the track the last few months of his life has taken, no, it wouldn’t). )
…Is there not anything here to your liking? ( the room is basically full of different kinds of clothes… do you know how hard it was to find decent clothes after arrival last month? )
[ seth's anger toward the attendant had less to do with the clothing itself--apparent, given the few things he seems to have settled on, already laid out to try--and more to do with the staff member's insistence on helping. he's already discomforted enough, distrusting and anxious-- and while not helpless by any means, he's more human than ever here. at home, even with most of his power sealed, if he's desperate enough, he can still draw on the desert. but here? his connection to his home is entirely gone. there is no desert. and while he's trapped here, anubis might be-- might be--
the voice at his elbow is unfamiliar, and the hand presumptuous. seth's had enough of being touched by people, both familiar and strangers, and his head whips around, teeth already bared.. only to freeze, eyes going huge in his face, expression smoothing to stunned blankness. white noise whines through his head. he can't breathe or think or speak.
that small size, the dark hair and eyes, it's like: ] .. Anubis? [ his fingers lift, almost touching, craving it. he wants so, so badly for it to be true, for his baby, his son, to be here and to be safe and to be.. not that. but the illusion shatters, and he drags in a breath that's just shy of a gasp, heart shattering all over again as he's forced to remember just where anubis is and what he's being forced to endure. all because of seth, and because of osiris's obsession with him.
he blinks once, then jerks back, caught between anger, bewilderment, and pain. fuck. what is he doing? ]
( the cornerstone of any proper demon’s education is perception. the game that the upper-ranking nobility of hell play with one another is one of masks, misdirection, and mind games—anyone who wants to reach their lofty heights and play competently among them (as to not fall prey to them and their own ambitions) needs to be able to read between the lines, discern through context, cut through lies, read infinitesimal tells, and avoid allowing anyone else to do the same to them. makoto has seen and heard masters of this at play, speaking with such surreptitious circuitousness that it was almost impossible to follow.
having only been in hell for a few months, rather than stretches of decades or even centuries, he knows precious little. his education had been rather rudely interrupted by his being brought here, but even then, he would’ve needed to have had his senses muffled and his mind in a completely other place to miss the stranger’s reaction to him. it actually wasn’t the bit where he whirled on him, teeth bared in a feral snarl—that is the type of thing that makoto would foolishly bristle at and push back against, despite his physical inability to back it up. no, it’s the part right after, where he looks as though he’s seen a ghost. surprise leaps into his throat, making him feel suddenly uncertain; his hand falls from seth’s arm with the immediacy of having been scorched, stung, or shocked.
anubis?)
I-I’m sorry, I… ( he stammers, confidence from a moment ago thoroughly broken—he hadn’t intended to mislead him. he wouldn’t have approached if he knew that he might’ve reminded him of someone which clearly upset him. and—that name. he recognizes it, though many from earth might as well. makoto had once dug through a dozen or so different mythologies, both current and antiquated, searching for how different religions and cultures might have dealt with a person like him. anubis—the ancient egyptian god of the dead. ironically enough, he’d been the one makoto had been most curious about, as he passed judgment on mortal souls. he had weighed their hearts on a scale, against a feather…
makoto hadn’t looked much further after that, certain that the weight of sin in his heart would far outstrip that of a feather.
determinedly, he attempts to regain his composure, mouth pressing into a thin line. if it’s a matter of being mistaken, then— ) …My name is Makoto. I, didn’t mean to startle you.
[ the apology rouses him again, dragging him out of the despair of his thoughts, and the anxiety in the strange boy's expression makes him soften in spite of himself. call it weakness, perhaps, but seeing that look on a face that reminds him so much of his son makes him want to chase it away. ]
No, I-- [ makoto. a foreign name. and now that the initial shock has worn off, he can see that there are differences. his eyes, for one.
he shifts on his feet, then tears his own eyes away, reaching for the linen he found and beginning to secure it around his waist in a makeshift shendyt. ] I don't like to be touched, but I shouldn't have reacted that way. [ he glances up once his clothing is secured, kohl-lined eyes searching the strange boy's face again. ] .. Makoto. [ an uneasy pause, and: ] You look a little like my son. You're not even from Kemet, though, I'd guess?
[ so technically, he has no obligation to him. he has no reason to linger here, and wound himself further. if he was a smarter man, he would leave.. but if he was a smarter man, maybe anubis never would have suffered the way he has in the first place. ]
( weakness, yes—that’s likely what it would be called in hell as well. he had been taught both swiftly and brutally that consideration and compassion are not things that one should expect from the hearts of demons, and that revealing one’s vulnerability will only ever further endanger you. mortals had virtues; their souls would often crumple inwards towards their softer, kinder impulses when faced with someone in pain or trouble. demons, however… those highest-ranking, those worth the power of their name, were cunning predators—giving even the slightest inclination of a vulnerability would be, to them, like a prey animal rolling over to expose their belly.
it’s one thing to know this and the other to apply it. makoto, having spent the vast majority of his short life as an exceedingly emotionally-vulnerable mortal, has been slow to apply veneer over the parts of him that might be considered soft or weak. it would have taken several more years for the increasingly-demonic part of him to kill off the empathetic heart it was unhappily grafted to, allowing it to take over.
as it is, he still clings to the vestiges of human empathy; it infects him as a feeling of vague remorse. )
It’s okay. I… was presumptive.
( it hadn’t been too long ago that he had had similar aversions, or at least with strangers; the last few months of his life had done a lot to winnow away that personal inclination down to nothing. these are the changes one goes through to survive, perhaps.
he goes still as the stranger gives what he assumes is the reason he’d believed he’d recognized him. his son. his mouth forms a thin, tense line. makoto’s relationship with his own father isn’t a happy one, not that it’s particularly relevant here and now. )
No… That doesn’t sound familiar. ( he doesn’t know enough to recall if that was a place in egypt… )
I haven’t been here that much longer than you, but I thought that I could maybe help. I, ah… I know how much this place can be, at first.
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so makoto ends up spending some of his time in the lounge out of vague interest, even though he doesn’t really have his hopes up for seeing anyone familiar. he’s been poked and prodded to speak with some of the newcomers once or twice by staff, and he’s tried to be as cordial and compliant as possible.
truth be told, there is no love lost between makoto and the staff. their pushiness is irritating to him, and he’s thought more than once about lashing them with a barbed tongue or ineffectually clawing into them for their part in the scenarios he’s forced into in this place… but he gets the sense that they are a symptom, not a cause. it would be pointless to rage at someone who couldn’t effect any change, right?
this thought sticks in his mind as his attention is steadily drawn toward a stranger—one of the newcomers, he thinks—arguing with steadily-increasing volume and potential threat for violence with one of the employees in question. for a moment, makoto considers just watching the show… but, in an odd twist of capriciousness, he stands and approaches, going so far as to put a hand on seth’s elbow once close enough to do so. he smiles smoothly at the staff member. )
It would probably be better if I helped get him acquainted here, right? I’ll handle it.
( after they depart, makoto turns his attention up to seth, slick geniality melting away like overheated wax—this reveals that beneath it is an acerbic expression, odd on his youthful face. ) Yelling at them isn’t going to do anything. You’re wasting your breath trying.
( slowly, his gaze tracks over seth—a physique that one might term “heroic” (unless they knew more about him, perhaps), long red hair. presumably still nude, which doesn’t seem to faze the young demon at all (which, given the track the last few months of his life has taken, no, it wouldn’t). )
…Is there not anything here to your liking? ( the room is basically full of different kinds of clothes… do you know how hard it was to find decent clothes after arrival last month? )
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the voice at his elbow is unfamiliar, and the hand presumptuous. seth's had enough of being touched by people, both familiar and strangers, and his head whips around, teeth already bared.. only to freeze, eyes going huge in his face, expression smoothing to stunned blankness. white noise whines through his head. he can't breathe or think or speak.
that small size, the dark hair and eyes, it's like: ] .. Anubis? [ his fingers lift, almost touching, craving it. he wants so, so badly for it to be true, for his baby, his son, to be here and to be safe and to be.. not that. but the illusion shatters, and he drags in a breath that's just shy of a gasp, heart shattering all over again as he's forced to remember just where anubis is and what he's being forced to endure. all because of seth, and because of osiris's obsession with him.
he blinks once, then jerks back, caught between anger, bewilderment, and pain. fuck. what is he doing? ]
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having only been in hell for a few months, rather than stretches of decades or even centuries, he knows precious little. his education had been rather rudely interrupted by his being brought here, but even then, he would’ve needed to have had his senses muffled and his mind in a completely other place to miss the stranger’s reaction to him. it actually wasn’t the bit where he whirled on him, teeth bared in a feral snarl—that is the type of thing that makoto would foolishly bristle at and push back against, despite his physical inability to back it up. no, it’s the part right after, where he looks as though he’s seen a ghost. surprise leaps into his throat, making him feel suddenly uncertain; his hand falls from seth’s arm with the immediacy of having been scorched, stung, or shocked.
anubis? )
I-I’m sorry, I… ( he stammers, confidence from a moment ago thoroughly broken—he hadn’t intended to mislead him. he wouldn’t have approached if he knew that he might’ve reminded him of someone which clearly upset him. and—that name. he recognizes it, though many from earth might as well. makoto had once dug through a dozen or so different mythologies, both current and antiquated, searching for how different religions and cultures might have dealt with a person like him. anubis—the ancient egyptian god of the dead. ironically enough, he’d been the one makoto had been most curious about, as he passed judgment on mortal souls. he had weighed their hearts on a scale, against a feather…
makoto hadn’t looked much further after that, certain that the weight of sin in his heart would far outstrip that of a feather.
determinedly, he attempts to regain his composure, mouth pressing into a thin line. if it’s a matter of being mistaken, then— ) …My name is Makoto. I, didn’t mean to startle you.
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No, I-- [ makoto. a foreign name. and now that the initial shock has worn off, he can see that there are differences. his eyes, for one.
he shifts on his feet, then tears his own eyes away, reaching for the linen he found and beginning to secure it around his waist in a makeshift shendyt. ] I don't like to be touched, but I shouldn't have reacted that way. [ he glances up once his clothing is secured, kohl-lined eyes searching the strange boy's face again. ] .. Makoto. [ an uneasy pause, and: ] You look a little like my son. You're not even from Kemet, though, I'd guess?
[ so technically, he has no obligation to him. he has no reason to linger here, and wound himself further. if he was a smarter man, he would leave.. but if he was a smarter man, maybe anubis never would have suffered the way he has in the first place. ]
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it’s one thing to know this and the other to apply it. makoto, having spent the vast majority of his short life as an exceedingly emotionally-vulnerable mortal, has been slow to apply veneer over the parts of him that might be considered soft or weak. it would have taken several more years for the increasingly-demonic part of him to kill off the empathetic heart it was unhappily grafted to, allowing it to take over.
as it is, he still clings to the vestiges of human empathy; it infects him as a feeling of vague remorse. )
It’s okay. I… was presumptive.
( it hadn’t been too long ago that he had had similar aversions, or at least with strangers; the last few months of his life had done a lot to winnow away that personal inclination down to nothing. these are the changes one goes through to survive, perhaps.
he goes still as the stranger gives what he assumes is the reason he’d believed he’d recognized him. his son. his mouth forms a thin, tense line. makoto’s relationship with his own father isn’t a happy one, not that it’s particularly relevant here and now. )
No… That doesn’t sound familiar. ( he doesn’t know enough to recall if that was a place in egypt… )
I haven’t been here that much longer than you, but I thought that I could maybe help. I, ah… I know how much this place can be, at first.