【 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. 💕
[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
It is not, but what it is does not matter at this moment.
[This is already a stressful situation and the fact Anubis has shifted from upset and defiant to careless and dismissive is not, in fact, helping. To the point frustration is quickly taking over and the embarrassment is pushed to the side.]
Now is not the time for Champagne. Alcohol will not improve this situation. We must work together to discover who has done this to us and how to return to our worlds. Someone is mocking us by forcing us into this...this... And we do not even know what "this" is.
[ Anubis waves the champagne bottle at Seiji emphatically, whirling on him with a snarl. Yes, he can feel the frustration rolling off the younger man in waves, but it's too easy to mistake for his own.
Does he enjoy being jerked around helplessly from world to world, dressed up like a doll and thrust against his will into the bed of his enemy? No, of course not - but unlike the Samurai Troopers, Anubis is no idealistic fool. He's been in this exact position before, and he knows that resistance will be met with omnipotent fist of an angry god. ]
Foolish boy, think about your position! [ Now the bottle swings in the direction of the bed, the suite, the opulent decor - punctuating how unbelievable it all is. ] What sort of being conjured this? Can you even recall being transported here?
Whatever 'this' is, you, Date Seiji of Korin - YOU are nothing but a speck in its eye.
[It's like a feedback loop of them feeding into each other and yet through all of the annoyance, there is something that Seiji cannot deny.
Anubis is not wrong. They do not know who brought them here, only they must be powerful enough to do so with such ease. This is not like New York, he was not tricked into position and overpowered through treachery. This is something else.
Getting angry will not solve this. He needs to control himself. Losing control will do him no favors. So he breathes. Centers himself as best he can. Meditation would be wonderful right now and yet there is no time for it.]
Them being more powerful than we are does not mean we must bow to their whims. Would you truly be so quick as to allow another to control you in that way? Did you really stand with us against Arago just to let another take his place?
[ Arago. Anubis's jaw clenches with fierce indignation at the name, but nevertheless: ]
Why shouldn't I?
[ His answer is sharp-edged and reflexive, as if Anubis has already made his decision. Perhaps he has. He lifts his chin, somehow staring down his nose at Seiji despite the difference in their heights when he approaches. There's an impetuous desire burning in his gut to spit no one controls me in the younger man's face, but it has taken Anubis very little self-reflection across his life to understand deeply that - despite how badly he wants to say it - that's never been true.
He and his ilk have always been miserable crabs clawing their way to the top of a bucket, and this bucket is nicer than most. For one thing - it doesn't stink of rotten eggs and brimstone, or of horse's ass.
Someone like Seiji - anyone who can remember a single place he longs to return to - wouldn't understand. ]
Play whatever futile and meaningless child's games you must to satisfy your sense of duty to your world, Trooper. I will not stop you.
[ The Masho's grimace tips into a smirk, as he reaches out to stroke Seiji's delicately-boned cheek. ]
His thoughts stall, everything comes to a jagged, stuttering halt at that hand caressing his cheek. Looking down at him in disbelief makes Seiji realize how much taller than Anubis he is now, when it was the other way around just two years ago. He remembers looking up at him with swords clashing between them, that familiar vicious smirk on his face.
The same one he's wearing now.
There is a feeling inside of him that he cannot explain. It is hot and confusing and it feels similar to anger and shame--and interest--all at the same time. He does not enjoy how muddled it is.
Seiji realize how long he let it go on and finally pulls back, turning his head.]
Stop. The joke is not amusing. Indulge in your luxuries and farces if you want, but I cannot.
[ If he knew of the empathic connection facilitated by their rings, Anubis would happily explain that so-called unidentifiable feeling to Seiji, for he feels it now: a coal of want flaring to life in the pit of his stomach, growing hotter the longer Seiji's fair cheek rests against the Masho's palm. They face off like that for mere seconds, but the seconds are long enough.
Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.
[Seiji can hear the throbbing of his heartbeat in his ears as he backs up, his movements inhibited by the form-fitting nature of his wedding garb. Because this is meant to be a honeymoon. Whoever brought them here wanted them to act as newlyweds in the midst of their post-nuptial festivities. And Anubis seems more than willing to play along.
Because there is no way Anubis is being serious. No way that he means to engage in those sorts of activities.]
E-Enjoy the mockery of me, you mean. [He brings up a hand to grab at Anubis's own, his balance more precarious with the edge of the bed against the backs of his knees.]
You push too far, Anubis.
[And still Seiji had not thrown him away from him. Is it too far, or not yet enough?]
This is no mockery. [ He laughs when he says it, not at all his usual cackle but something lower and gruffer. ] If you insist that gods brought us here, then this is undeniably your fate.
[ Anubis stops just short of shoving Seiji onto that bed in order to do as he likes. It is more entertaining for him to watch the cracks begin to spread in the Trooper's metaphorical armor. Subtle as slips in composure may be, Anubis has always been finely attuned such things.
It would seem his mind isn't the only one that has been led down this path. The thought that the -ever-virtuous Korin might, at this very moment, be thinking of honeymooning him too... my, how unbefitting of the revered Dates.
That just makes Anubis want him even more. The aroused throb of his cock adds some urgency in the way he yanks on on his lovely bride's robes to pull Seiji's lips to his, trapping the younger man in his own clothes while he steals that first kiss. ]
[Seiji is not sure this was done by gods. Demons could be just as likely. Something dark, corrupt, and also seemingly petty. Because there is no other way to think of why he and Anubis would be pushed together like this. Bodies pressed together, Anubis pulling him down and forcing their mouths together. The kiss is wet and his mouth stings from how their teeth clack and their mouths are almost fighting.
There is something hot and heady curling around him, a sensation he's never experienced until now. Not like this. It's distracting how it burns through him. His fingers grasp at Anubis's, but his grip is strong and holding his collar as he does gives him the advantage. He grunts and pulls back trying to catch his breath, dogged and as confused as he is angry.
What is going on? Why is his body reacting this way? Why is he staring into those eyes and even more unsettled by these strange feelings inside him.]
Anubis. [He gasps it out, hoping it will give him pause--a moment to collect himself. Anything.] This isn't right!
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[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
Korin. How is this opened?
[ He hasn't been listening. ]
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[This is already a stressful situation and the fact Anubis has shifted from upset and defiant to careless and dismissive is not, in fact, helping. To the point frustration is quickly taking over and the embarrassment is pushed to the side.]
Now is not the time for Champagne. Alcohol will not improve this situation. We must work together to discover who has done this to us and how to return to our worlds. Someone is mocking us by forcing us into this...this... And we do not even know what "this" is.
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[ Anubis waves the champagne bottle at Seiji emphatically, whirling on him with a snarl. Yes, he can feel the frustration rolling off the younger man in waves, but it's too easy to mistake for his own.
Does he enjoy being jerked around helplessly from world to world, dressed up like a doll and thrust against his will into the bed of his enemy? No, of course not - but unlike the Samurai Troopers, Anubis is no idealistic fool. He's been in this exact position before, and he knows that resistance will be met with omnipotent fist of an angry god. ]
Foolish boy, think about your position! [ Now the bottle swings in the direction of the bed, the suite, the opulent decor - punctuating how unbelievable it all is. ] What sort of being conjured this? Can you even recall being transported here?
Whatever 'this' is, you, Date Seiji of Korin - YOU are nothing but a speck in its eye.
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Anubis is not wrong. They do not know who brought them here, only they must be powerful enough to do so with such ease. This is not like New York, he was not tricked into position and overpowered through treachery. This is something else.
Getting angry will not solve this. He needs to control himself. Losing control will do him no favors. So he breathes. Centers himself as best he can. Meditation would be wonderful right now and yet there is no time for it.]
Them being more powerful than we are does not mean we must bow to their whims. Would you truly be so quick as to allow another to control you in that way? Did you really stand with us against Arago just to let another take his place?
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Why shouldn't I?
[ His answer is sharp-edged and reflexive, as if Anubis has already made his decision. Perhaps he has. He lifts his chin, somehow staring down his nose at Seiji despite the difference in their heights when he approaches. There's an impetuous desire burning in his gut to spit no one controls me in the younger man's face, but it has taken Anubis very little self-reflection across his life to understand deeply that - despite how badly he wants to say it - that's never been true.
He and his ilk have always been miserable crabs clawing their way to the top of a bucket, and this bucket is nicer than most. For one thing - it doesn't stink of rotten eggs and brimstone, or of horse's ass.
Someone like Seiji - anyone who can remember a single place he longs to return to - wouldn't understand. ]
Play whatever futile and meaningless child's games you must to satisfy your sense of duty to your world, Trooper. I will not stop you.
[ The Masho's grimace tips into a smirk, as he reaches out to stroke Seiji's delicately-boned cheek. ]
But neither will I starve, my beautiful bride.
[ Heh. ]
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His thoughts stall, everything comes to a jagged, stuttering halt at that hand caressing his cheek. Looking down at him in disbelief makes Seiji realize how much taller than Anubis he is now, when it was the other way around just two years ago. He remembers looking up at him with swords clashing between them, that familiar vicious smirk on his face.
The same one he's wearing now.
There is a feeling inside of him that he cannot explain. It is hot and confusing and it feels similar to anger and shame--and interest--all at the same time. He does not enjoy how muddled it is.
Seiji realize how long he let it go on and finally pulls back, turning his head.]
Stop. The joke is not amusing. Indulge in your luxuries and farces if you want, but I cannot.
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Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.
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Because there is no way Anubis is being serious. No way that he means to engage in those sorts of activities.]
E-Enjoy the mockery of me, you mean. [He brings up a hand to grab at Anubis's own, his balance more precarious with the edge of the bed against the backs of his knees.]
You push too far, Anubis.
[And still Seiji had not thrown him away from him. Is it too far, or not yet enough?]
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[ Anubis stops just short of shoving Seiji onto that bed in order to do as he likes. It is more entertaining for him to watch the cracks begin to spread in the Trooper's metaphorical armor. Subtle as slips in composure may be, Anubis has always been finely attuned such things.
It would seem his mind isn't the only one that has been led down this path. The thought that the -ever-virtuous Korin might, at this very moment, be thinking of honeymooning him too... my, how unbefitting of the revered Dates.
That just makes Anubis want him even more. The aroused throb of his cock adds some urgency in the way he yanks on on his lovely bride's robes to pull Seiji's lips to his, trapping the younger man in his own clothes while he steals that first kiss. ]
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There is something hot and heady curling around him, a sensation he's never experienced until now. Not like this. It's distracting how it burns through him. His fingers grasp at Anubis's, but his grip is strong and holding his collar as he does gives him the advantage. He grunts and pulls back trying to catch his breath, dogged and as confused as he is angry.
What is going on? Why is his body reacting this way? Why is he staring into those eyes and even more unsettled by these strange feelings inside him.]
Anubis. [He gasps it out, hoping it will give him pause--a moment to collect himself. Anything.] This isn't right!