【 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. 💕
[ topaz looks at aventurine as if he's begun speaking in the lost language of the borisin. aventurine looks back. there is, he thinks, an incongruity. it had come with the sudden jolt of something much in the way of surprise, a sharp lancelet of shock that has aventurine's brows furrow just so as topaz spends her time studying the ring on aventurine's hand.
that hadn't been his, aventurine thinks. neither the ring, nor the shock. the sudden shift of mild annoyance in the undercurrent of his smile veers sharply into suspicion, even as aventurine's smile never quite makes it to his eyes. ]
That's right. [ aventurine says, as bright and chipper as a struck bell, ] We're in our honeymoon suite. There's apparently some sort of documentation kerfuffle that has them believing that we are married. I'd love to see what sort of signatures are on the paperwork, and what manner of pre-nup we signed. Alas, depending on local regulations, I'm the one who might've been fleeced; you are, after all, the one who took quite a significant paycut with your little stunt on Jarilo-VI. The loss of those stock options, too. [ with a fake little wince: ] Ouch.
[ Aeons, she could punch him. Give him a real reason to say "ouch," but she's better than that. A feeling of righteous conviction burns in her chest, overriding the traces she gets from him. He can mock her all he wants, she doesn't regret her decision at all. She wanted to use her position to help others in dire situations like hers and that's exactly what she did. Her habit of tossing aside rules she doesn't agree with has been around since she started with the IPC and she's not stopping now.
She pokes at the watch, seeing what else she can glean. ]
Go ahead and laugh. Considering the fact our belongings have been replaced, it's likely neither of us have access to our bank accounts. The currency isn't even the same here, so it's as good as starting with nothing.
[ Something a little like dread wells in the pit of her stomach, but amidst the luxury, it doesn't feel real. ]
[ aventurine, who had gone through the watch and its clauses with a fine-tooth comb, feels in that void nothing a spark of something like a flame. it burns the way wicks burn, drawing on the effervescent of its own existence to shed its furious light. something in aventurine coils at it, a serpent at the doors of hell.
aventurine's smile is a sharp little thing, meant to cut. ]
Oh, I know what that's like. [ he says, and the tilt of his head has the etched brand on his neck catch light, ] Don't you?
[ and then, because he is aventurine, he leans in. ]
Ah. Wait. But you do. [ now prickles the edges of something truly nasty. ] This isn't mine.
[ She stands her ground– or her bed space– stubbornly determined to not get intimidated or pushed around. As he draws closer, the brand is impossible to ignore. It kills the warmth she should get from a body beside hers, doused by a sobering sense of pity. With all her empathy and experience, there are gaps they can't bridge. ]
And? It's not my fault. Something has linked our emotions.
[ Her lips press into a firm line. If this is just a taste of what happens when people submit to Xipe's unifying embrace... no thanks. There's only so much of his venom she can handle. ]
Bristling over it just makes it worse, so can you not?
[ that's the thing, with topaz. the perpetual, grinding gears of the ipc churn to dust those who live the sin of being born of something human and mortal, of bleeding hearts and the gentle hands that mold them. topaz is named after a stone known for its ability to withstand buckling, just below stones meant for industrial drillbits tasked to carve down to the still-beating heart of newborn planets. the incongruity exists in the proud tilt of topaz's head as she looks to him, that subtle scent of dread morphing into the insidious poison of pity.
but of course she would. topaz has never met a small animal that she hadn't loved. aventurine looks at her for a moment. the nasty roil of something with fangs and teeth seethes, one last cloying breath before aventurine lets it die. it's easy to feel nothing. the way he takes a breath is long, and slow, and by the end of it, aventurine is opening his eyes, and he is smiling. ]
... you're quite right, Topaz. There's hardly any sense in being annoyed with you. I doubt it was you who did this; it must be as unpleasant for you to know I feel your emotions as it is the reverse. [ aventurine's lashes dip. ] It's cute, though, to know that you pity me. I could have used some of that growing up, you know?
Why would it be a bother? It's not like I have anything to hide.
[ The assumption that having him sense her emotions is unpleasant baffles her. Approaching clients with sincerity has always been her personal policy. It helps drive home that she has their best interests at heart. She likes to think the people she's helped appreciate it more than if she were to use the tactics they drilled into her head at school: The misdirection that riles the desperate to protect one asset when the IPC is actually targeting another; the obfuscating legalese that tricks people into signing their lives away; and when cooperation isn't granted through those means, brute force.
She feels sorry for anyone unfortunate enough to have someone else in the IPC manage their acquisition. She genuinely cares. She knows textbooks focus on statistics. They reduce lives to numbers and teach students that there are "acceptable" and even "negligible" amounts of loss. The sacrifice of a few star systems, a mere hundreds of thousands of people, for the sake of ensuring peace for the rest of the Universe. She was lucky that the people of her planet weren't left to die, but they could have easily been just another acceptable loss.
"Used" is an interesting choice of words for her pity. Unsurprising, in a sad way, but nothing she can judge him for. Growing up in a dire situation naturally leads to assessing the world in terms of how one can survive another day. She lives with the phantoms of a childhood of scarcity, lets them haunt her so she never forgets where she came from. And despite what little she had, she was privileged enough to get where she is through good grades and hard work.
Others don't have that opportunity; she's lying right next to one of them. While she's grateful for the relief he's granted her by suppressing his emotions, the ease with which he does it is unsettling. It's better not to dwell on that, or even why he chose to say what he said.
A little bit of breathing room is in order. A wisp of pure white, translucent silk floats in her wake as she hops over him, scooping the discarded chocolate dipped strawberry off the ground and tossing it into the wastebasket in one smooth motion. The plush carpet deadens her already light footsteps as she saunters into the bathroom and preps a damp, soapy towel. Above the rush of running water, her voice echoes in a casual tone. ]
Do they really expect us to act like newlyweds?
[ The task of spot treating the carpet on Housekeeping's behalf makes her feel a little more productive. It might be a little strange for someone in a silk beribboned chemise to be on their hands and knees blotting out a strawberry juice stain, but she doesn't care. Being a problem guest would be far worse. ]
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that hadn't been his, aventurine thinks. neither the ring, nor the shock. the sudden shift of mild annoyance in the undercurrent of his smile veers sharply into suspicion, even as aventurine's smile never quite makes it to his eyes. ]
That's right. [ aventurine says, as bright and chipper as a struck bell, ] We're in our honeymoon suite. There's apparently some sort of documentation kerfuffle that has them believing that we are married. I'd love to see what sort of signatures are on the paperwork, and what manner of pre-nup we signed. Alas, depending on local regulations, I'm the one who might've been fleeced; you are, after all, the one who took quite a significant paycut with your little stunt on Jarilo-VI. The loss of those stock options, too. [ with a fake little wince: ] Ouch.
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She pokes at the watch, seeing what else she can glean. ]
Go ahead and laugh. Considering the fact our belongings have been replaced, it's likely neither of us have access to our bank accounts. The currency isn't even the same here, so it's as good as starting with nothing.
[ Something a little like dread wells in the pit of her stomach, but amidst the luxury, it doesn't feel real. ]
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aventurine's smile is a sharp little thing, meant to cut. ]
Oh, I know what that's like. [ he says, and the tilt of his head has the etched brand on his neck catch light, ] Don't you?
[ and then, because he is aventurine, he leans in. ]
Ah. Wait. But you do. [ now prickles the edges of something truly nasty. ] This isn't mine.
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And? It's not my fault. Something has linked our emotions.
[ Her lips press into a firm line. If this is just a taste of what happens when people submit to Xipe's unifying embrace... no thanks. There's only so much of his venom she can handle. ]
Bristling over it just makes it worse, so can you not?
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but of course she would. topaz has never met a small animal that she hadn't loved. aventurine looks at her for a moment. the nasty roil of something with fangs and teeth seethes, one last cloying breath before aventurine lets it die. it's easy to feel nothing. the way he takes a breath is long, and slow, and by the end of it, aventurine is opening his eyes, and he is smiling. ]
... you're quite right, Topaz. There's hardly any sense in being annoyed with you. I doubt it was you who did this; it must be as unpleasant for you to know I feel your emotions as it is the reverse. [ aventurine's lashes dip. ] It's cute, though, to know that you pity me. I could have used some of that growing up, you know?
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[ The assumption that having him sense her emotions is unpleasant baffles her. Approaching clients with sincerity has always been her personal policy. It helps drive home that she has their best interests at heart. She likes to think the people she's helped appreciate it more than if she were to use the tactics they drilled into her head at school: The misdirection that riles the desperate to protect one asset when the IPC is actually targeting another; the obfuscating legalese that tricks people into signing their lives away; and when cooperation isn't granted through those means, brute force.
She feels sorry for anyone unfortunate enough to have someone else in the IPC manage their acquisition. She genuinely cares. She knows textbooks focus on statistics. They reduce lives to numbers and teach students that there are "acceptable" and even "negligible" amounts of loss. The sacrifice of a few star systems, a mere hundreds of thousands of people, for the sake of ensuring peace for the rest of the Universe. She was lucky that the people of her planet weren't left to die, but they could have easily been just another acceptable loss.
"Used" is an interesting choice of words for her pity. Unsurprising, in a sad way, but nothing she can judge him for. Growing up in a dire situation naturally leads to assessing the world in terms of how one can survive another day. She lives with the phantoms of a childhood of scarcity, lets them haunt her so she never forgets where she came from. And despite what little she had, she was privileged enough to get where she is through good grades and hard work.
Others don't have that opportunity; she's lying right next to one of them. While she's grateful for the relief he's granted her by suppressing his emotions, the ease with which he does it is unsettling. It's better not to dwell on that, or even why he chose to say what he said.
A little bit of breathing room is in order. A wisp of pure white, translucent silk floats in her wake as she hops over him, scooping the discarded chocolate dipped strawberry off the ground and tossing it into the wastebasket in one smooth motion. The plush carpet deadens her already light footsteps as she saunters into the bathroom and preps a damp, soapy towel. Above the rush of running water, her voice echoes in a casual tone. ]
Do they really expect us to act like newlyweds?
[ The task of spot treating the carpet on Housekeeping's behalf makes her feel a little more productive. It might be a little strange for someone in a silk beribboned chemise to be on their hands and knees blotting out a strawberry juice stain, but she doesn't care. Being a problem guest would be far worse. ]