【 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. 💕
(Blanket CW for references to death games. His canon is a battle royale style scenario.)
Evens
Waking up
[This is not Chishiya's first rodeo. He has, actually, woke up in a strange world before. He's also spent quite a bit of time staying at a luxury resort. Although, he has to admit, The Beach has nothing on this. The first thing he notices besides the unfamiliar location and an unfamiliar person in the room with him is the clothes he's wearing.
A white tux. A fancy white tux, which is really not his vibe at all (aside from the color which, he'll admit, is fine). He really doesn't care for the feeling of confinement that comes with such formal attire. Borderland taught him it's better to have some freedom to move if necessary. So the first thing he does upon getting out of bed is take off the stuffy formal jacket. And then the waistcoat. And then his tie. Then he unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt before removing his cuff links so he can roll up his sleeves.
There much better. He's still going to look for a change of clothing, though.
But first, still perfectly calm, he heads over to check out the message and gifts that seem to be waiting for him (and his spouse, apparently, but he'll get to that in a moment) and does a double take. Those are fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate. He can't remember the last time he encountered fresh fruit. At some point in the past, Chishiya would have been cautious. What if they're poisoned? But now, in the present, he really doesn't care any more. He stopped caring about living or dying several weeks ago and if it's a fresh strawberry that kills him he won't even be mad.
He takes a bite and he relishes it. And then, finally acknowledges his mysterious and presumably reluctant spouse:]
It's not bad.
[This is a horrendous understatement. It's excellent. Amazing. Absolutely worth the possible poisoning, if you ask him. He's already reaching for another one.]
Welcome
Judgemental John
[Chishiya has a pretty high tolerance for weird at this point in his life. Waking up in a strange place? Not weird. A hedonistic luxury hotel? Also not weird. Getting randomly stuck in an enclosed space with someone he doesn't know? Still not that weird.
Talking portraits, though? That's new. And, honestly, a little too Harry Potter for his liking. Though the only outward evidence of his surprise and disapproval is the raising of one eyebrow.
Being asked to confess a sin and enact a punishment doesn't feel especially unusual either, though, and Chishiya is forced to wonder if maybe this place isn't just a new level of Borderland. Although he doesn't see how that could be possible, all things considered. And the vibe is still a little off. None of the Face Cards ever seemed quite this horny about their games.
Chishiya takes a thoughtful breath in through his nose and sighs, before glancing at the person stuck in the elevator with him.]
Do you want to go first?
Casino
Slot Machines
[Well, at this point Chishiya has to admit there are some distinct similarities between this place--whatever it is--and Borderland. The playing card theme. The games. It's hard to ignore. Although between the two, this place is definitely more comfortable.
And after enduring several months worth of murder games, playing games revolving around romance and sex really don't seem like a huge deal. He takes a seat at a slot machine and pulls the lever. A moment later his results appear: DANCE WITH SOMEONE NEW IN THE CONFESSIONAL
He huffs softly. That'll be a tight fit. But he rolls with it.]
I'm going to need a volunteer.
Wildcard
[If none of these tickle your fancy, feel free to hit me up with something else. You can reach me via PM or at etceteras if you want to hash stuff out. 18+ for smut)
( one of these days he'll properly learn his lesson in not fucking around, because he's always going to find out here. but, staying in his room all the time gets really boring, yet every single time he ventures outside, he has a gaggle of hangers-on that he cannot get rid of no matter what he does. they've even taken to making their own fanclub shirts for him.
zoro can't fucking stand it.
today is a day he's ventured out to see if he can collect some more provisions to keep in his room so he doesn't have to leave as much to tainted areas. somehow he took a wrong turn or the hallways changed or something equally stupid and he's in the casino with a gaggle of people around him. he's in the process of telling them off, when several of them shove ( they nudge him, but he hates them so it's always more violent than it actually is ) him in the direction of this unfortunate new person.
he'll be your volunteer! one of them chirps with a big, big grin on her red painted lips.
zoro growls, looking all the more like a tiger ready to strike than anything else before looking over at the other man, briefly up and down, )
[Chishiya glances up as the man is shoved toward him. His gaze slides over the group of...spectators? Voyeurs? with a bland sort of judgment. It tells him quite a bit about the sort of place this is. Not that he didn't already have his suspicions. Just because they aren't being asked to murder each other doesn't mean anything about it is normal or healthy or that the locals are good people.
He shifts his gaze to Zoro and looks him up and down in turn. He's not a small guy. Chishiya turns to have a look at the confessional they're supposed be dancing in. Tight fit, indeed. For once it's probably a good thing that Chishiya is short and slim.
He turns back to Zoro and gestures for him to follow.]
Might as well get it over with, right?
[Even if he seems mad about it, it's probably better than going in there with someone too eager. And maybe Chishiya can learn a little more about this place in the process.]
[ Conversely, Kai is handling talking paintings a lot more calmly than most other things about this stupid hotel. Magic is fine, water mazes in the basement are a lot more unforgivable. It doesn't mean he's any more on board with being coerced into confessing his sins or whatever, which he's been communicating by glaring unblinking daggers at the art in question since it started talking.
It's not until the other person in the elevator says something that Kai even remembers he's not alone, and that slightly eerie stare immediately transfers over. Slightly less of a glare, considering it's not his fault and he doesn't look and happier aboutthings, but Kai is still not pleased with the situation and he doesn't care who knows it.
Does he want to start? Not particularly. But he does want to get out of here and he knows how these kinds of situations work. So fine. ]
[Chishiya raises his eyebrows at the eerie stare, more curious than bothered. And at the man's response he hums thoughtfully. Interesting. Does terrorizing include murder or just mayhem? He doesn't ask for clarification, though. At least not yet. He's not sure if it matters for the purposes of this little exercise.
Chishiya has things that, when he's being honest with himself, he feels deeply guilty about. But he doesn't want to to talk about those here and now in this situation with someone he's only just met. Really, he'd rather not talk about them at all ever.
So instead he chooses something unsavory but not really a source of particular shame.]
I'm responsible for a woman being melted with acid.
[ 'Responsible for', as if it's not something he did directly himself. That's some careful wording that Kai can't help but be impressed by. If he's bothered by the actual statement, it doesn't show, and he studies the man for a moment or two longer before twisting to give the painting an impatient look. They played along, right?
The painting does not seem to agree. Well? Decide who gets punished!
Of course it can't just be that easy. Kai doesn't quite roll his eyes, but it's a near thing. ]
How do you even rank sins?
[ Presumably the stupid painting just wants them to pick, and Kai's eyes slide back in Chishiya's direction, measuring. The man is human, from what he can tell. Maybe whatever the punishment is meant to be won't be that bad, but Kai is almost certainly more physically durable. It's an old habit, that protective streak, but it never quite goes away.
Still. ] You want to do this? [ Keep playing along, he means. Not that they have a lot of options, but it's worth checking. ]
[Actually, the questions about how to rank sins is a valid one and Chishiya shifts his gaze to the portrait to see if it has anything to say. It doesn't. Of course not. For a magical painting it is spectacularly useless as far as Chishiya can tell.
He sighs and turns his attention back to Kai, offering a shrug that's almost bored. Not so much with the man in the elevator with him but with the subject at hand.]
I don't know. This sort of preoccupation with sin and punishment is really a thing in Christian cultures right? Europe and America. I'm Japanese.
[So from a purely cultural standpoint he's never had reason to think or care about how sins get ranked and/or punished.
At the follow up question cants his head slightly to the side, thoughtful. He can be, for better or worse, pretty negative and fatalistic about these things. He could blame Borderland, but really it had been an issue for him even before that.]
[ Shanks isn't the biggest fan of, well, most of the hotel, but he can't stay still very long. So while he isn't even that into the gambling portion, he's still in the Casino, more wandering for the sake of it, than anything else. ]
[ He doesn't even know what he's volunteering for, but it sounds better than nothing, and it's a chance to meet someone else. While he's at it, he'll raise his one arm. ]
[At the question, Chishiya's eyesbrows go up. He could be cooperative and answer the question. After all, the man is essentially offering to do him a potentially awkward favor.
But the part of Chishiya that is contrary and a bit of a troll wins out and he can't help but respond with a question of his own.]
Shouldn't you have asked that before volunteering?
[He doesn't intend to keep him in suspense for long. But it's a relatively harmless little task so he doesn't feel too bad about being coy for a moment.]
Well, you know what? Chishiya can appreciate that particular attitude. He's learned himself that there's a certain freedom in just not giving a shit. So he moves away from the slot machine, slipping his hands into his pockets before turning toward the confessional.]
We're going dancing.
[He says the last bit over his shoulder as he heads in that direction.]
[despite having been here for a month already, this is lan sizhui's first time experiencing something like this. the talking portrait isn't entirely new, no, it's the fact the elevator has stopped without someone forcing it to.
he slowly but surely peers up from his watch, momentarily side-eyeing the picture spouting off demands, a sigh of his own escaping before he redirects. the opposite hand lifts, lightly tapping the screen, sending off a message first, then he covers it with his hand, forcing the screen to go black and idle.] I'd rather we just be let go, except that doesn't seem like it's going to be an option, is it? [another glance toward the portrait, his expression creases then he downcasts.
sizhui taps his fingers together, an idle gesture to buy some time while he considers what he can share. a sin, a crime, a source of guilt? he has plenty of ideas for that last one, all things he doesn't believe he should share, especially with a stranger who won't (might not?) understand . . . so, he lands on:] I've committed murder.
[not a lie, technically, and he doesn't have to specify anything past that.]
[Chishiya slides his hands into his pockets and leans back against the wall. Murder should be a big deal, and maybe there was a time he would have been shocked. But after Borderland it's just not surprising. And he's not in any position to judge.]
So have I, technically. [Borderland games might be considered extenuating circumstances, but on the face of it he's not sure it matters. He's been responsible for people dying. He casts a sidelong glance at the portrait, but keeps his focus on the young man standing with him in the elevator.] What happens if we're even?
[hearing chishiya admit to the same crime has sizhui's head turning toward him, doe-like eyes blinking once, twice, then he glances away again. hopefully, it conveys the mild surprise that he feels at having learned this information without making him seem too stunned because, wow, he sees you, new guy.
it probably helps somewhat when his expression softens slightly, a brief, amused quirk of his lips following that when the portrait sputters, unable to answer immediately. “yes, well,” a pause, sizhui faces chishiya a little more full-on and suggests,] Is it based on seniority? [mostly jokingly, of course, but they do look near-ish in age, so perhaps that might also turn into a stalemate. wouldn't it be hilariously frustrating for poor old judgmental john if they kept running into stalemates?]
[Chishiya lets the moment of mild shock pass without comment. He's just not overly concerned with what people think of him. And as it turns out the guy seems to move past it quickly enough. There are, after all, more pressing things to think about.
To be honest trolling the portrait is exactly Chishiya's idea of a good time, so he just kind of rolls with the speculation. He takes a thoughtful breath through his nose and releases it in a sigh.]
That's possible. But would we be using our ages now or at the time of the crimes?
jan has been looking for something at least a little bit more comfortable to sleep in than the--let's be honest--hovel that he woke up in the first day. it's not like he's used to living in the lap of luxury or anything, but the rooms in the medusae at least have some relatively decent mattresses for the beds with a bit more room to... uh. move around. but this? this is nice. this is probably the level of nice that ras's room is back home.
the mattress is so nice that he doesn't even notice the way it dips when someone gets out of it. jan just makes a noise of contentment and rolls over, wrapping further around the blanket he's taken hold of for himself. he rubs his cheek against it and tries to get comfortable, but now that he's at least half-awake he's finding it harder and harder to fall back asleep. especially since it feels like there's something slowly closing in around his neck--
jan jerks up and scrabbles at his neck, letting out a sigh of relief when he finds out it's just a tie. he loosens it quickly and whips it off to the side somewhere before finally looking down to find... a tuxedo? why the fuck is he in a tuxedo, he would never-- is that a ring?
a voice finally reaches him and jan slowly looks up to find that, oh, he's not actually alone in here. he just sort of stares in silence as his brain slowly wakes up, a hand coming up to lightly pat down the hair he knows has to be sticking out everywhere. ]
Yeah, the food around here's usually really good.
[ he yawns and pushes himself up to his feet, following suit with the amount of stripping down because fuck tuxedos. jan shuffles over to the spread and drops down into a seat before reaching out and plucking a roll from the top of a basket of them, spreading a bit of some sort of honey butter onto it before leaning back to take a bite. jan chews in silence as he looks at his (?) companion and finally lifts a hand in greeting. ]
[Chishiya has his mouth full of another strawberry, so he doesn't respond with words immediately. Instead, he lifts and eyebrow and offers a cheeky little wave in response to the man's greeting as he considers him. It's interesting that he's familiar with the setting, though perhaps not altogether surprising. Not everyone arrived at precisely the same time in Borderland either. There's no reason for Chishiya to think he's the first person to wake up here.
Once he swallows his second strawberry he sucks some remaining chocolate off the pad of his thumb before finally speaking again.]
Sounds like you know this place.
[Chishiya, of course, does not. Which he doesn't necessarily like to admit because he's not a fan of being at an immediate disadvantage, though he's willing enough to work with it. And maybe if he can get the guy talking he can learn something.]
Kinda? I mean I haven't been around for a super long time or anything, but if you've been to one hedonistic paradise, you've been to them all.
[ that's not actually true, but the comparisons he can make between the casino and the pleasure planet that he and the crew have hit up on more than one occasion are... a lot. ]
Just since Christmas, or whatever their equivalent to it is. Guessing you just got here?
[ he pulls his feet up and curls them under him in the chair as he makes himself comfortable, perfectly content to settle in and have a few snacks. the food is good, after all. he'll happily take a slice of bacon.
there's a slight distraction when he notices the glint on his finger again and he hums thoughtfully, glancing back and forth between his hand and the man across from him. ]
So. That's new.
[ he might be slightly confused. and maybe just a bit concerned. ]
[Christmas. Huh. That makes Chishiya pause for a moment. Mostly because he can't actually remember the last time he thought about a holiday or festival of any kind. They just weren't relevant in Borderland. Well, then, one thing is clear, this place is clearly on a different timeline than Borderland had been. Not that Borderland's timeline had made any sense to anyone aside from, perhaps, the citizens themselves.]
Yeah. [He says in answer to the other man's question, as he lounges back in the seat across from him.] I woke up a little awhile before you did.
[He glances down at his own ring and then reaches toward the table to grab a greeting card and hold it up for the other man to see. It's clearly a congratulations about a wedding.]
I guess someone thinks we're married.
[He holds the card out to Janus so he can take a closer look at it.
Chishiya, for his part, does not seem bothered. It's really too absurd for him to take very seriously. And he just has a high tolerance for fucked up and weird situations thanks to his time in Borderland. Not that marriage had ever been a scenario in any game he'd played, but he also wouldn't put it past a Hearts game to use a spin on it.]
[ Seimei has taken to riding the elevators almost out of spite, taunting the controlling entities with little denials and making his own game of giving the various demanding paintings trouble rather than easy voyeurism. He almost gleefully stands against the wall, listening to the painting above them demand his confessions and punishments with a calm smile set on his face. The longer they hold out, the more upset the painting becomes.
It’s only when the other guest asks if he wants to confess first that Seimei finally sighs, pushing off of the elevator wall with playful resignation. ]
Oh, I suppose we should.
[ He’s in no hurry, but they can’t just stay in the elevator. ]
I terrorized a city once. Something about disturbing the peace? It was some time ago, so the details get fuzzy.
[He can't help but volley that question back immediately. In his experience once someone starts terrorizing people they don't just stop at one incident. Then again maybe his experience in Borderland isn't the best stick to use to measure something like that.
He releases a sigh.]
I've been responsible for people dying.
[Maybe not as responsible as those actually running Borderland's games. But he played the games and, generally, played to win. So it is what it is.]
Just once to such a notorious scale, although when I was younger, I remember the noble gentleman being quite offended by my presence.
[ He was disruptive to their strict authority from birth. Although he only really became a problem once he grew up, Seimei was fated to be a troublemaker. He doesn't look bothered by the admission either, although he tilts his head curiously when Chishiya gives his own confession. ]
Dying? Were you aiming to cause their deaths or was it an accident? I feel like that makes a difference.
[ The painting looks annoyed at Seimei's interruption when he was trying to get them to proceed to the kinkier punishment, and Seimei's grin says he's aware of the trouble he's causing by delaying the judgment through technicalities. ]
We can't really hold you accountable for uncontrollable circumstances, right?
[ luckily (?) for chishiya, the man that happens to pass by right in his moment of need is the same man who has, more or less, taken it upon himself to help out anyone and everyone who could ever need it. it's yet to become an arduous task, so he's nowhere near regretting his resolve, but when he pauses nearby to glance at chishiya's results, the ready response of "what can I do?" dies halfway out of his mouth, and he's left to glance over at said confessional with a clear expression of doubt. ]
[Chishiya looks at the man, and then at the confessional, and then back at the man. On the one hand, it's a fair point to make. The confessional is a small space and this guy is...large. However, Chishiya has a certain impulse to be contrary just because he can.
[ there's a faint prickle at the back of feng xin's neck, a far cry from hackles being raised and yet just close enough that it has him narrowing his eyes faintly at the other man. he can't quite pin it down.. but he's almost certain this guy's just messing with him. ]
I assure you my attitude won't affect the size of that box.
[ still, he defaults to being literal because he's kind of dense despite it all. ]
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Shuntaro Chishiya | Alice in Borderland | New
Evens
Welcome
Casino
Wildcard
[If none of these tickle your fancy, feel free to hit me up with something else. You can reach me via PM or at
slot machines
zoro can't fucking stand it.
today is a day he's ventured out to see if he can collect some more provisions to keep in his room so he doesn't have to leave as much to tainted areas. somehow he took a wrong turn or the hallways changed or something equally stupid and he's in the casino with a gaggle of people around him. he's in the process of telling them off, when several of them shove ( they nudge him, but he hates them so it's always more violent than it actually is ) him in the direction of this unfortunate new person.
he'll be your volunteer! one of them chirps with a big, big grin on her red painted lips.
zoro growls, looking all the more like a tiger ready to strike than anything else before looking over at the other man, briefly up and down, )
If it'll get me away from these assholes, gladly.
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He shifts his gaze to Zoro and looks him up and down in turn. He's not a small guy. Chishiya turns to have a look at the confessional they're supposed be dancing in. Tight fit, indeed. For once it's probably a good thing that Chishiya is short and slim.
He turns back to Zoro and gestures for him to follow.]
Might as well get it over with, right?
[Even if he seems mad about it, it's probably better than going in there with someone too eager. And maybe Chishiya can learn a little more about this place in the process.]
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It's not until the other person in the elevator says something that Kai even remembers he's not alone, and that slightly eerie stare immediately transfers over. Slightly less of a glare, considering it's not his fault and he doesn't look and happier aboutthings, but Kai is still not pleased with the situation and he doesn't care who knows it.
Does he want to start? Not particularly. But he does want to get out of here and he knows how these kinds of situations work. So fine. ]
I spent years terrorizing an entire city.
cw: referencing a particularly gruesome death
Chishiya has things that, when he's being honest with himself, he feels deeply guilty about. But he doesn't want to to talk about those here and now in this situation with someone he's only just met. Really, he'd rather not talk about them at all ever.
So instead he chooses something unsavory but not really a source of particular shame.]
I'm responsible for a woman being melted with acid.
[Just typical Borderland things.]
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The painting does not seem to agree. Well? Decide who gets punished!
Of course it can't just be that easy. Kai doesn't quite roll his eyes, but it's a near thing. ]
How do you even rank sins?
[ Presumably the stupid painting just wants them to pick, and Kai's eyes slide back in Chishiya's direction, measuring. The man is human, from what he can tell. Maybe whatever the punishment is meant to be won't be that bad, but Kai is almost certainly more physically durable. It's an old habit, that protective streak, but it never quite goes away.
Still. ] You want to do this? [ Keep playing along, he means. Not that they have a lot of options, but it's worth checking. ]
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He sighs and turns his attention back to Kai, offering a shrug that's almost bored. Not so much with the man in the elevator with him but with the subject at hand.]
I don't know. This sort of preoccupation with sin and punishment is really a thing in Christian cultures right? Europe and America. I'm Japanese.
[So from a purely cultural standpoint he's never had reason to think or care about how sins get ranked and/or punished.
At the follow up question cants his head slightly to the side, thoughtful. He can be, for better or worse, pretty negative and fatalistic about these things. He could blame Borderland, but really it had been an issue for him even before that.]
What kind of choices do we have?
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Casino
[ He doesn't even know what he's volunteering for, but it sounds better than nothing, and it's a chance to meet someone else. While he's at it, he'll raise his one arm. ]
I volunteer. Do I get to know for what?
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But the part of Chishiya that is contrary and a bit of a troll wins out and he can't help but respond with a question of his own.]
Shouldn't you have asked that before volunteering?
[He doesn't intend to keep him in suspense for long. But it's a relatively harmless little task so he doesn't feel too bad about being coy for a moment.]
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It's noteworthy I'm asking at all.
[ His way of saying, he'll do this, even if Chishiya doesn't tell him. He's genuinely curious, and perhaps a bit easy going. ]
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Well, you know what? Chishiya can appreciate that particular attitude. He's learned himself that there's a certain freedom in just not giving a shit. So he moves away from the slot machine, slipping his hands into his pockets before turning toward the confessional.]
We're going dancing.
[He says the last bit over his shoulder as he heads in that direction.]
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welcome;
he slowly but surely peers up from his watch, momentarily side-eyeing the picture spouting off demands, a sigh of his own escaping before he redirects. the opposite hand lifts, lightly tapping the screen, sending off a message first, then he covers it with his hand, forcing the screen to go black and idle.] I'd rather we just be let go, except that doesn't seem like it's going to be an option, is it? [another glance toward the portrait, his expression creases then he downcasts.
sizhui taps his fingers together, an idle gesture to buy some time while he considers what he can share. a sin, a crime, a source of guilt? he has plenty of ideas for that last one, all things he doesn't believe he should share, especially with a stranger who won't (might not?) understand . . . so, he lands on:] I've committed murder.
[not a lie, technically, and he doesn't have to specify anything past that.]
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So have I, technically. [Borderland games might be considered extenuating circumstances, but on the face of it he's not sure it matters. He's been responsible for people dying. He casts a sidelong glance at the portrait, but keeps his focus on the young man standing with him in the elevator.] What happens if we're even?
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it probably helps somewhat when his expression softens slightly, a brief, amused quirk of his lips following that when the portrait sputters, unable to answer immediately. “yes, well,” a pause, sizhui faces chishiya a little more full-on and suggests,] Is it based on seniority? [mostly jokingly, of course, but they do look near-ish in age, so perhaps that might also turn into a stalemate. wouldn't it be hilariously frustrating for poor old judgmental john if they kept running into stalemates?]
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To be honest trolling the portrait is exactly Chishiya's idea of a good time, so he just kind of rolls with the speculation. He takes a thoughtful breath through his nose and releases it in a sigh.]
That's possible. But would we be using our ages now or at the time of the crimes?
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chishiya my beloved (also: waking up)
jan has been looking for something at least a little bit more comfortable to sleep in than the--let's be honest--hovel that he woke up in the first day. it's not like he's used to living in the lap of luxury or anything, but the rooms in the medusae at least have some relatively decent mattresses for the beds with a bit more room to... uh. move around. but this? this is nice. this is probably the level of nice that ras's room is back home.
the mattress is so nice that he doesn't even notice the way it dips when someone gets out of it. jan just makes a noise of contentment and rolls over, wrapping further around the blanket he's taken hold of for himself. he rubs his cheek against it and tries to get comfortable, but now that he's at least half-awake he's finding it harder and harder to fall back asleep. especially since it feels like there's something slowly closing in around his neck--
jan jerks up and scrabbles at his neck, letting out a sigh of relief when he finds out it's just a tie. he loosens it quickly and whips it off to the side somewhere before finally looking down to find... a tuxedo? why the fuck is he in a tuxedo, he would never-- is that a ring?
a voice finally reaches him and jan slowly looks up to find that, oh, he's not actually alone in here. he just sort of stares in silence as his brain slowly wakes up, a hand coming up to lightly pat down the hair he knows has to be sticking out everywhere. ]
Yeah, the food around here's usually really good.
[ he yawns and pushes himself up to his feet, following suit with the amount of stripping down because fuck tuxedos. jan shuffles over to the spread and drops down into a seat before reaching out and plucking a roll from the top of a basket of them, spreading a bit of some sort of honey butter onto it before leaning back to take a bite. jan chews in silence as he looks at his (?) companion and finally lifts a hand in greeting. ]
'Sup.
omg im always so excited when ppl know the canon
Once he swallows his second strawberry he sucks some remaining chocolate off the pad of his thumb before finally speaking again.]
Sounds like you know this place.
[Chishiya, of course, does not. Which he doesn't necessarily like to admit because he's not a fan of being at an immediate disadvantage, though he's willing enough to work with it. And maybe if he can get the guy talking he can learn something.]
show had me in a chokehold
[ that's not actually true, but the comparisons he can make between the casino and the pleasure planet that he and the crew have hit up on more than one occasion are... a lot. ]
Just since Christmas, or whatever their equivalent to it is. Guessing you just got here?
[ he pulls his feet up and curls them under him in the chair as he makes himself comfortable, perfectly content to settle in and have a few snacks. the food is good, after all. he'll happily take a slice of bacon.
there's a slight distraction when he notices the glint on his finger again and he hums thoughtfully, glancing back and forth between his hand and the man across from him. ]
So. That's new.
[ he might be slightly confused. and maybe just a bit concerned. ]
same tbh. same
Yeah. [He says in answer to the other man's question, as he lounges back in the seat across from him.] I woke up a little awhile before you did.
[He glances down at his own ring and then reaches toward the table to grab a greeting card and hold it up for the other man to see. It's clearly a congratulations about a wedding.]
I guess someone thinks we're married.
[He holds the card out to Janus so he can take a closer look at it.
Chishiya, for his part, does not seem bothered. It's really too absurd for him to take very seriously. And he just has a high tolerance for fucked up and weird situations thanks to his time in Borderland. Not that marriage had ever been a scenario in any game he'd played, but he also wouldn't put it past a Hearts game to use a spin on it.]
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Judgmental John
It’s only when the other guest asks if he wants to confess first that Seimei finally sighs, pushing off of the elevator wall with playful resignation. ]
Oh, I suppose we should.
[ He’s in no hurry, but they can’t just stay in the elevator. ]
I terrorized a city once. Something about disturbing the peace? It was some time ago, so the details get fuzzy.
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[He can't help but volley that question back immediately. In his experience once someone starts terrorizing people they don't just stop at one incident. Then again maybe his experience in Borderland isn't the best stick to use to measure something like that.
He releases a sigh.]
I've been responsible for people dying.
[Maybe not as responsible as those actually running Borderland's games. But he played the games and, generally, played to win. So it is what it is.]
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[ He was disruptive to their strict authority from birth. Although he only really became a problem once he grew up, Seimei was fated to be a troublemaker. He doesn't look bothered by the admission either, although he tilts his head curiously when Chishiya gives his own confession. ]
Dying? Were you aiming to cause their deaths or was it an accident? I feel like that makes a difference.
[ The painting looks annoyed at Seimei's interruption when he was trying to get them to proceed to the kinkier punishment, and Seimei's grin says he's aware of the trouble he's causing by delaying the judgment through technicalities. ]
We can't really hold you accountable for uncontrollable circumstances, right?
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slot machines
I don't... think we'll fit.
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And so he does.]
Well, not with that attitude.
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I assure you my attitude won't affect the size of that box.
[ still, he defaults to being literal because he's kind of dense despite it all. ]
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